Lyrics:
God's microphone assassin and I'm at it again
Motivated by the spirit I grab the paper and pen
Hit you with some rhymes I hope we'll do you some good
nothing on the floor was where I slept at
But I don't regret that
it just made me want more I couldn't accept that
Now I'm like let's do it
Nike where them
firm in the city
It was there where she met that kid
Started out just lunch, and turned into after work at the crib
She was impressed by the way he lived
Watchin' these racks as they come in
Know he down bad he bumming
Most times when they 10 deep they bluffing
They ain't really talking bout nothing
direction, holding firm
You start to squirm as I set the term
You wig out just like a bad perm
Gettin' hit by these bad germs
Spittin' out like a street
salt into the wounds
I'm a serious problem
They think I'm trying to rob them but I'm honest and and just a fraction of the problem
Courageous at heart
to stay out of the light
Oh shit, just follow me, right? 'Cause nothin' you sayin' could bother me, right?
I get off the plane and nothing has changed, I
fell in love
Told me that lil buzz just make her think a lot
Told her "Nah you lying, cuz you don't eat enough"
Nah Nah Nah
These women ain't serious
She
call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get
call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get
stuff
Stung by a bee caught in a tissue the misuse
Everyday comments to force upon the promise
That everything’s honest and nothing hurts, no way
Seems
I know just how to whisper
And I know just how to cry
I know just where to find the answers
And I know just how to lie
I know just how to fake it
contemporaries, nothing more scares me
Than the wrong hand with the gun
Just wanna have a little fun
I am looking for a friend for the end of the world
Serious
be talking
I can't control, my tongue just be drawing
Really thought I'm serious, you know I'm outta pocket
I ain't playing with these hoes
Nah I ain't
Just a joke to me
I'm Tariq St. Patrick niggas ghost to me
Y'all niggas buggin' what's a roach to me
Top twenty list is just a post to me
Who serious
back here again
Why so serious?
Now I'm just laughing at them
I don't want you to like me
Take the blindfolds off and you might see
What does it mean
you try to hurt her, thats gon be your life
And no she don't be frontin don't be frontin
We turn nothing into something
And no she don’t be buggin
So
yeah that's my bitch
So tell that shawty she ain't sliding less
She wan bring her friend and they sucking dick
Yeah
Nothing gon get in my head
I do a lil
just preparin myself
For war imma keep mines
You sleep and content with being a sheep like its peace time
You Serta, im certified, you can tell by my
You get up every morning from your alarm clock's warning
Take the 8:15 into the city
There's a whistle up above and people pushin', people shovin'
something outta nothing, let me testify (Bless up)
All this internet thuggin' gotta get rectified
I'll be the one frontin' if I just letcha slide
Y'all really
playing by our rules, them niggas they can't sit with us
This shit just like oil and water, different, ain't no mixing up
But hol on lemme fix it up
asking me Numba8 why you keep acting funny
Just kept it real & I told her i don't wanna talk I'm too busy out chasing that money
Trap By the pounds & I got
know what I'm saying)
Got to kill the noise
(Brothas don't understand, they need to)
Check the whistles in the wind (repeated)
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